My town had a legendary barber, Sammy. I knew guys that drove an hour to get a haircut at Sammy's. He was always booked (no appointments, you had to wait your turn --quietly. Nobody talked much at Sammy's, it was a quiet, manly sanctuary.) I could wait until odd hours of a workday afternoon and slip in and only have to wait for 2 or 3 ahead of me ...which was easily tolerable because Sammy was fast as lightning (scarily so, when he was flashing those scissors around your ears).
Then, about 20 years ago, Sammy developed health problems and had to periodically close the shop. Man, I hate changing barbers! Besides, nobody ran a mens club like Sammy's. So it got down to driving by his shop to see if he happened to be working that day. I was staying pretty shaggy. I finally broke down and bought a Flowbee.